I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to.
As long as the wrong feels right - it's like I'm in flight.
Smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross.
My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise at the same time, can make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme
I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything.
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?